Seduction 36
FLO is staring at me when I can
focus again. My body is still hurting,
but the sensation of such a violent orgasm is also still making me vibrate with
pleasure.
“You are amazing!” she says, her
finger under my chin. “Worth every penny
I paid for you!”
A man walks into the room with a
sheaf of paper in his hand. He hands the
papers to FLO.
FLO reads them, page by page.
Suddenly she looks at me. “Release her!” she commands someone. The implements of sadism are withdrawn from
my opening. The hook in my behind is
removed. I am placed upright on my
feet. My hands are untied.
“Get Misty on the phone,” she
tells someone.
I hear FLO talking with what I
presume is Misty. She is facing away
from me, so I am not sure what is said.
From her intonation, I suspect that FLO is negotiating price for my
services.
They are still talking when I am
guided into a sumptuous adjoining restroom complete with exercise and bathing
facilities. There I am shown where the
towels and soaps are.
My shower feels wonderful.
When I step out, a woman is there
to dry me, and help me with my hair, and to help me dress. She treats me with great deference. My clothes have even been pressed.
Once dressed and coiffed, I am
taken directly to the airport via helicopter.
Exhausted, I sleep most of the way home.
Despite their lustful braggadocio
on the flight here, not one of the men even mention having sex with me!
The next day, My Andrea deposits a
hundred thousand dollars into my account!
“Things are going far better than
I thought they would. It is now time to
start breeding you. We need to talk
about how many children we want.” Her
eyes are twinkling. “Or we could just
keep you barefoot and preggers until we decide we have enough!” She laughs as she slaps my bum.
“FLO was very impressed by you
last night, by the way, especially when she found out that you are trained in
self protection and being a body guard.
She wants you to be her bodyguard when she is out of country from here
on out. I told her yes, so long as our
nightly fee is observed.”
Andrea giggled as she watched my
face. “A hundred thousand a night,
straight out of Uncle Sam’s coffers every night she has you in her bed, or gets
to play with you! This is working out
really well!”
I wondered if Capital Hill pays
that much for their women. Obviously the
White House does.